Chapter 88 Camilla’s Pov.
“You have nothing to fear, miss.” The lady said as if reading my mind. There was a sweet sincere smile on her lips. “Nobody here's gonna harm you.”
Yeah right.
“I don't believe you.”
“Let me prove it to you.” She urged me with the same big soft smile on her face. “Just come with me.”
Apparently, I was still drugged or I was really stupid because I decided to follow her to most likely, my certain death. It was the only way out of this room so I didn't have much of a choice anyway.
As I followed her, I looked around at the huge house I was locked in and I noticed that every door was guarded by men dressed in all black. The only thought that made me feel a little bit better was that even if they killed me, I will find peace because I'll be able to see my father again in heaven. I can even feel a small smile settling on my lips just thinking about it.
The woman stopped in front of a big black door, in front of which they were two men dressed in black. They looked me up and down a few times with an appraising cold look. The woman in front of me nodded at them as they shifted their gaze to me again, not saying a word.
After what felt like a decade, they moved away from the door, making way for me. The woman turned back to look at me with an encouraging smile, inviting me with gestures to enter the room.
I pressed the door handle with a trembling hand, afraid as well as curious to see who was waiting for me behind these doors.
I expected to find Vincenzo behind this door but instead, my eyes met a man somewhere in his early fifties, pacing the room nervously. As soon as he heard that he was no longer alone, he stopped, lifting his head.
I could tell he has a cold dead gaze but it softened the moment his eyes met mine. His face is pale like he's just seeing a ghost but eventually, a relieved smile settled on his lips.
He continued staring at me, without saying a word. His eyes were glued to me as if he knows who I am. Suddenly, the air in the room became too small for both of us. There was a certain familiarity to him but I just couldn't place it.
“Camilla.” He spoke suddenly in a broken fragile voice as he took a few steps towards me. I was expecting him to hit me or do something bad but instead, he pulled me close to him, hugging me. I was shocked, my hands fell limp at my sides as my body refused to function properly. “It really is you.”
He was keeping me close in his arms, caressing my hair as if he was afraid that if he lets me go, I'll be gone.
What the fuck was happening right now?
My body refused to react and push him away for fear that if I do, he might kill me. I still don't know who this man is or what he's capable of.
After what felt like ages, he pulled back, taking my little face in his hands, studying it to the last detail with a big smile on his face.
His gaze was pure, gentle, sincere, and broken as he stared at me. My instinct told me that this man wouldn't hurt me and I don't know if I'm stupid to trust it but I did.
“You're finally home.” He whispered, caressing my cheeks, resting his forehead on mine and heaving a sigh of relief as if a huge weight had been lifted off if his chest.
I'm finally home?
Uhmmm….what the fuck?
I pulled away from him slightly and I was sure he could see the confusion written on my face.
“I'm sure you're confused.” He began.
“Damn right I am.” I snapped. “You kidnapped me and this is not my home.”
“No, I saved you.” He corrected me with an even more confused expression.
“Look, I think there's been some kind of mistake.” I said. “You're confusing me with someone else. I don't belong here. Please let me go.”
“No, I don't make mistakes. Your place is here, Camilla.” He assured me, taking a step towards me again but I stepped back and he raised his hands, giving me space. “I know this is all confusing and shocking to you but I promise you I can explain everything.”
“I don't want to listen. I just want to get out of here.”
“You will need time, I understand that.” He nodded, the lines on his forehead more visible as he narrowed his eyes. “But you should know that you're safe here.”
“How am I supposed to believe you?” I raised my voice. “I don't even know you. I don't even know your name or is Dmitri trying to play some more games with me?”
His brows furrowed. “How do you know Dmitri?”
I looked at him in confusion. What the fuck is going on right now?
When I didn't answer, a hint of sadness crossed his features but he quickly covered it up. “My name's Leonardo.”
There was only one person I know with that name and he's long dead.
“I still don't know who you are.” I said honestly.
“I know.” He sighed in a slightly hurt voice. “I wish things had turned out differently.”
“I still don't get what the hell you're talking about. Like I said earlier, I'm sure you've mistaken me for someone else.”
He shook his head, sighing heavily before sitting down on the leather couch and inviting me to do the same.
“I think you should sit down for this one.”
Àlvaro's Pov.
My lips crashed against hers, feeling her sweet taste in my mouth. I was kissing her with everything I have, I was holding her so fucking close, like a trophy I don't want to lose.
“Àlvaro.” She moaned my name, so sweet and seductive as my lips left wet spots down her neck. I wanted to have every part of her little sinful body surrendered to me.
Her hands touched my body, lighting it up on fire. She has no fucking idea the effect she has on me.
She was moaning my name so hard as my fingers worked her pussy so violently. I knew she liked this just as much as I do.
She didn't last long before she came hard on my fingers, screaming my name, her nails digging into my skin as her tongue played against mine.
Camilla kissed me one last time before resting her forehead against mine, her cheeks red from her orgasm and her eyes sad, staring at me.
“Why you had to do this?” She whispered, almost crying in my arms. “You left me.”
My heart dropped to my knees as I heard her broken voice. I kissed her again but this time she didn't kiss me back. She was numb.
“Everything is your fault.” Her nails dug into my skin, her eyes watering with tears. “I'm gone because of you.”
I hit the punching bag in front of me again and again and again, repeating the same cycle for the last twenty minutes.
I could feel blood pouring from my bruised hands but the pain only made me hit harder and harder.
Everytime I take a breath or close my eyes for a moment, I see her damn face. Camilla was haunting me in every fucking way possible. I've had this same fucking nightmare every single day since she was taken and it's eating me alive.
I want to feel so much pain. I want to fucking die because even though it's just a dream, I knew she was right. I was supposed to protect her and now she's gone because of me. I felt this big blank hole in my soul and I hated feeling this way.
The only thing that gave me a bit of sanity was the fact that I knew exactly who took her and her dad would never hurt her.
If only I wasn't so hell bent on getting answers. I should never have left her side. None of this would've happened if I was here.
But I wasn't and it happened. She's fucking gone and now we can't track her. It's almost as if she just disappeared off the face of the earth.